Chill Waters

BLOODY DAGGER AWARD WINNER When she left the house tonight, her black glossy hair had been swept up into a satiny swirl, a few wispy curls trailing down past her ears; now it was messed up. The muscle in his jaw ticked as he moved deeper into the shadows. Her pearl drop earrings swayed lightly above her bare shoulders as she walked. He knew how smooth those shoulders would feel beneath his hands because he'd touched them before. He had touched her. Had tasted the warm, throbbing hollow of h...